Sinopsis

Old Woodcock says that if Providence had not made him a justice of the
peace, he’d have been a vagabond himself. No such kind interference
prevailed in my case. I was a vagabond from my cradle. I never could be
sent to school alone like other children—they always had to see me there
safe, and fetch me back again. The rambling bump monopolized my whole
head. I am sure my godfather must have been the Wandering Jew or a
king’s messenger. Here I am again, en route, and sorely puzzled to know
whither.—THE LOITERINGS OF ARTHUR O’LEARY.
“‘There are the Rocky Mountains!’ I strained my eyes in the direction of his
finger, but for a minute could see nothing. Presently sight became adjusted...